PoemsG. Routledge and Sons, 1866 - Всего страниц: 719 |
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... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
... heard his seeming artless tale , I heard his sighs upon the gale : My breast was never pity's foe , But felt for all the baby's woe . I drew the bar , and by the light , Young Love , the infant , met my sight ; His bow across his ...
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... heard unmoved thy plenteous sighs , Which said far more than words can say ? Though keen the grief thy tears express'd , When love and hope lay both o'erthrown ; Yet still , my girl , this bleeding breast Throbb'd with deep sorrow as ...
... heard unmoved thy plenteous sighs , Which said far more than words can say ? Though keen the grief thy tears express'd , When love and hope lay both o'erthrown ; Yet still , my girl , this bleeding breast Throbb'd with deep sorrow as ...
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... heard these blockheads sing before him , To us his psalms had ne'er descended , - In furious mood he would have tore ' em . The luckless Israelites when taken By some inhuman tyrant's order , Were ask'd to sing , by joy forsaken , On ...
... heard these blockheads sing before him , To us his psalms had ne'er descended , - In furious mood he would have tore ' em . The luckless Israelites when taken By some inhuman tyrant's order , Were ask'd to sing , by joy forsaken , On ...
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... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mouldering wall . Having heard that a very severe and indelicate censure has been passed on the above poem , I beg leave to reply , in a quotation from an ...
... heard in yonder hall ; It rises hoarsely through the sky , And vibrates o'er the mouldering wall . Having heard that a very severe and indelicate censure has been passed on the above poem , I beg leave to reply , in a quotation from an ...
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... heard the war - notes wild , Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child , While he should lead the tartan train . . Another year is quickly past , And Angus hails another son ; His natal day is like the ...
... heard the war - notes wild , Hoped that one day the pibroch's strain Should play before the hero's child , While he should lead the tartan train . . Another year is quickly past , And Angus hails another son ; His natal day is like the ...
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Стр. 556 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed. The mustering squadron, and the clattering car. Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb. Or whispering with white lips — "The foe! They come! they come ! " And wild and high the "Cameron's gathering
Стр. 534 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Стр. 556 - No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet— But hark!— that heavy sound breaks in once more, As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than> before! Arm! Arm! it is— it is— the cannon's opening roar!
Стр. 302 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee. Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Стр. 674 - You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone? Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler and the manlier one? You have the letters Cadmus gave— Think ye he meant them for a slave?
Стр. 350 - The last, the sole, the dearest link Between me and the eternal brink, Which bound me to my failing race, Was broken in this fatal place.
Стр. 354 - With spiders I had friendship made, And watch'd them in their sullen trade, Had seen the mice by moonlight play, And why should I feel less than they ? We were all...
Стр. 558 - There have been tears and breaking hearts for thee, And mine were nothing, had I such to give ; But when I stood beneath the fresh green tree, Which living waves where thou didst cease to live, And saw around me the wide field revive With fruits and fertile promise, and the Spring Come forth her work of gladness to contrive, With all her reckless birds upon the wing, I turn'd from all she brought to those she could not bring.
Стр. 350 - Less wretched now, and one day free ; He, too, who yet had held untired A spirit natural or inspired — He, too, was struck, and day by day, Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Стр. 549 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled, And still his honied wealth...